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[illinest.livejournal.com]

first off.
important question.
whats with these optional clothes provided.
like jesus dick suddenly its the 80s and everyone has the dumbest ideas about the future.
forget the spaceships forged from rigs still running windows 95.
shit is straight up lifted outta a jem video.
bret michaels approaches his band with an idea for their next mv.
hint were rocking the space theme.
cmon dudes gather up the gaudy skintight monochrome horseshit and lets do this.
btw roomies wheres the beer bong.

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[illinest.livejournal.com]

[EYEBROW RAISE..

ok he wants to see some ectosibling rivalry going on that'd be cool]

Explain yourself bro.

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[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

[Dave rolls his eyes at Rose, not that she can see it, but his disdain is clear.]

Just before we came here, I was about to fly Derse's moon to the Green Sun and blow it up like a motherfucking Michael Bay movie or some shit. Then she knocked me the fuck out and stole my mission.

Right, anything else that doesn't have to do with stolen suicide missions?

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

Knocked out with a ball of yarn, more specifically.

[illinest.livejournal.com]

I knew Dave was a lightweight.

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

What the fuck. There was a fucking rock or something in that yarn ball I swear to god.

[Sigh.]

Anything else?

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

That's how I had to wake him up on Derse in the first place, as well.

[illinest.livejournal.com]

[just.... snorts.......]

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

Alright, cool, now you're all caught up. Looks like we're done.

[He turns to walk away but stops, mid-step. Without turning around he asks.]

Bro, you didn't bring Lil' Cal with you here, did you?

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[A quirk of the brow, but then she remembers. Dave had had the most giant freak out after opening his trunk and finding Cal. He'd been teleporting around places ever since.]